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cherryfennec · 4 months

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what are some of your favorite Super Paper Mario headcanons?

I wasn't sure how specific you'd want those to be but I tried to think of a few that I personally enjoy/tend to apply myself!Includes spoilers.

Some general headcanons:

SPM takes longer than than a day/few days (maybe about a month or two)

Flipping into 3D is a nauseating experience and it takes time to fully adjust to it (especially for Mario, he never really managed to get over it).

Pure Hearts emit a comforting aura, a sense of warmth and calm, while the Chaos Heart feels like a thousand voices are whispering in your ear.

Some character specific headcanons:

Mario finds himself confused and lost more than he ever did in his life during this adventure. His usual confidence and grounded attitude are shaky because almost everything in these other worlds makes no sense to him, which is rather frustrating, especially at the beginning of his journey where he's completely surrounded by strangers and forced into the hero role. (Seriously, Mario couldn't even go home if he wanted to because he's stuck not on an island but between dimentions where he was TELEPORTED IN. There isn't really a door that leads to the Mushroom Kingdom.)

Peach's parasol is hardened by steel and enhanced by magic with a sharp tip at the end. She changed her heels to something more comfortable on the Flipside and put her hair up so it doesn't get in the way during travel and unavoidable combat.

Bowser takes his 'marriage' very seriously. He cares more about Peach than Mario in the team so when she's trouble he'll dash to assist her (he can run when he really wants to huh), but if the red plumber's in trouble he'll pretend to not see it or brush it off. (unless his lovely wife nags him about it).

Luigi, after landing is the Underwhere, finds lots of stuff in his pockets that he doesn't remember squirreling away like firecrackers, bolts and a small screwdriver. He is in fact very confused.

Count Bleck isn't very emotional. Most of the time he only has one, sad and dull expression. Any type of larger emotion showing through means that you've REALLY pushed it to the extreme.

The minions know the kind person that the Count is deep at heart so they're not put off by his frown, except for Mr.L. A default reaction that the brainwashed soldiers get as a 'bonus' from Nastasia is the highest respect for the Count, yes, but also fear of him. The fear ensures that they are most obedient but it's more of a failsafe than anything. You can imagine how it looks when Mr.L, an exploding and tempered personality, runs around the castle causing havoc like a brat and then suddenly just FREEZES on the spot at the sight of Bleck.

On the topic of the quirks of Nastasias ability, usually a person only needs to be brainwashed once. HOWEVER due to a certain someone who likes to provoke the man in green and his subconscious she is required to sometimes strengthen the control on Mr.L as she doesn't trust the magician with keeping his mouth shut. At one point she directly orders L to actively stay away from the jester, even forcing him to follow her around when she works.

Dimentios poncho and hat are covered in glitter and his mask is porcelain-esque, also the idea of him being the "son of the magician". I just think this theory is quite fitting and I like the thought of him being actually 3000 years old. He's not very popular at the castle but everyone has a silent agreement to not bother him. He however bothers everyone and likes to stare. When he's intrigued he tends to tilt his head slightly.

Mimi enjoys designing clothes and tries to give fashion advice to her teammates (to absolutely no avail because who cares we're literally ending the world, we're evil and depressed blehhhh). She and Dimentio have an 'annoying sibling' dynamic and she wouldn't hold back against him in battle at all for all the times he's messed with her. She also enjoys filing her nails to be super sharp.

Nastasia is a very strict person who takes her duties seriously but she does have a side for fun. You just need to search for it a little.

O'Chunks likes to spar with Mr.L in his free time. Mr.L is in general one of the few people he can do this with since Mimi says that 'she doesn't want to ruin her dress over such a stupid thing' and Dimentio always finds an excuse or simply dissapears.

Post SPM headcanons:

There is little conflict with the neighbouring kingdoms after the void incident. Peach, Mario and Luigi use that free time to have fun and just relax after everything that happened. They need eachothers support for the time being.

'Team Bleck' still meets up often after everything and hangs out. They don't necessarily talk about the Count but it's nice knowing that there are other people who understand what you're feeling right now. *They've been trying to have a full group reunion with Luigi included for some time now. Things are a bit awkward among them but it's still nice when he agrees to come along.

Luigi inherits some of Dimentios mannerisms which shine through from time to time such as laughing patterns, hand gestures and a rather malicious looking grin... A bit more unrelated and physical change is that his hair tends to turn white when he's around strong sources of power. (Dream Stone and Dark Star levels kind of powerful ykyk maybe Super Star as well or stardust in general cause star child origins) and the eyes somewhat darken.

He's also never really informed about the specifics of his Mr.L and Super Dimentio arc. Mario doesn't really want to burden his brother with something that was in the past and not a necessary in his eyes knowledge since it wasn't truly him.

The Chaos Heart isn't completely gone. It rests, slowly regaining power within it's host, accumulating all the scattered fragments like puzzle pieces. Try all you want but you can never fully get rid of chaos, it's an inescapable force.

I might gather up some more another time but I'd say that's it for now! You might've already heard some of these before but I hope it was at least a good read.

#spm #super paper mario #myart #askbox

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tsarinatorment · 3 months

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okay so-

on the discord i was scrolling through past convos in a desperate search for a link that i've seen before, and i came across another one of your and fsinger's aus starring Michael👀

It was like a Kronos Wins/Time-Travels AU where Michael, Thalia, Bianca, Nico, and Hazel are the MCs and I was like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and then when the first main plotpoint was basically Michael going "SAVE MY DAD" my FIRST thought was that one Puss In Boots: The Last Wish scene;

Michael, about Apollo: I will save you!

Every other god, suffering in Tartarus: Save us too!

Michael: ...if it's convenient!

like. gnawing on this au rn. i gnaw on all of your aus. this one and the Lee Lives/Apollo Becomes Mortal/BotL Au are officially my favs (Eclipse at this point is basically canon to me lol)

but yeah. I know this au has a BUNCH of beloved characters die, which would have admittedly upset me like, three years ago, but now?

now i merely eagerly rub my hands as my brain imagines how this scenario goes down eheheehhe

Ah yes, this AU! Not one I've thought about in a while, but still a fun one!

Fun fact, for you if you missed the origin of it, and also for anyone else who might be reading this and hearing about this AU for the first time - this is an AU spinoff of my AU fic Tears Will Not Wash Away Your Crimes, where defeated!Kronos from canon timetravels back to the start of TLT to take Michael out before he could become the threat that saves Olympus (see: my long rants on how by being the one to realise Williamsburg Bridge needed to break, Michael stopped Kronos winning on the first day of the siege). In that fic, he succeeds in making Luke kill Michael, and while the fic never goes on to state it, it does become an alternate timeline where Kronos does, in fact, win (due to various factors such as Luke's betrayal not being discovered because Percy wasn't there to survive being poisoned and reveal that he was the traitor, etc. and also Kronos knowing how the demigods/gods operated and basically having the cheat code of being able to squash anything they try before they try it).

But also I am a perpetual Michael!lives fan, so with the enabling of @fearlessinger, as you mentioned, another AU spawned off of this, whereby when Luke carelessly mentioned Apollo by name, he caught Apollo's attention and the god himself turned up to whisk Michael away to safety. In the end, though, it doesn't stop Kronos from winning, because no-one knows enough to trump what Kronos knows. Hence, Kronos wins!AU.

But then!

There are some key changes that go down because of Kronos' prior knowledge... Change #1: Thalia is not restored by the Golden Fleece. Kronos did this because he wanted her as his host, but he tried that last time and it failed - he won't try again. Change #2: The di Angelos do not leave the Lotus Casino. No Thalia in the running suggests that Hades may not have bothered to pull his own children back into the prophecy race - if he really wanted them to be feasible as prophecy children, he'd have brought them out when Percy was claimed, as that would make Bianca a similar age to Percy and therefore viable as an alternative. Bringing them out a year or two later makes his kids younger than both Thalia and Percy and doesn't actually make sense, unless it was a response to being the only Big Three god with no kids involved... Change #3: Daedalus doesn't die, because Nico isn't around Change #4: All our Greek Hero demigods (and the Hunters) are dead, barring the above, and Michael, who was kept safe on Delos the whole time.

And these changes all line up quite neatly into a ridiculously large plot, based on the following consequences:

Consequence #1: the gods are thrown down into Tartarus Consequence #2: the triumvirate's deal with Kronos for their support involved getting Apollo as their prize so Caligula can still claim the sun god spot and Commodus gets his revenge. Apollo is passed to them, instead of Tartarus Consequence #3: Michael is rather pissed off about all of this

What happens after that, well. Imagine Michael, no longer trapped on Delos because the twins aren't there, making his way to Delphi. Imagine Phoebe initially reclaiming Delphi, before Kronos realises she was never on her side and instead release Python to reclaim it; Michael has enough time to speak with his grandmother, but only very little before he's forced to flee into the Labyrinth to hide.

Imagine Daedalus trying to atone for all the deaths he's caused by keeping this one demigod still alive, hidden in the Labyrinth while Michael tries to work out how the fuck he's supposed to save the gods, but never even considering not doing it ("the gods", of course, meaning "Apollo, mostly").

Imagine Apollo weakened, but still able to make dream contact. Apollo not being able to dissuade Michael from trying to save him. Apollo with nothing left to lose except his one son he can't protect himself, so he gives Michael knowledge, things to help him stay alive.

Knowledge, like how the daughter of Zeus is a tree but isn't dead, can be healed by that golden fleece (Percy, Annabeth and Grover retrieved it still, but the tree was not sick and so it was never hung upon it). Knowledge, like how there are two more Big Three kids trapped in a place where time doesn't move.

(Imagine Apollo chained up and forced to be his own oracle as his divinity is drained away. Imagine a little girl with sickle-rings on her fingers being drawn to him anyway, this captive god of the Beast. Imagine the god that still wants to save a child, if only he had the chance)

Imagine Michael healing Thalia with the fleece, the pair of them fleeing from the remains of camp (the remains of Michael's home) as Kronos realises he's there. Imagine Michael and Thalia edging into a casino that's too bright, too jovial compared to their broken world, and pulling two younger demigods back into the timestream. Imagine lurking in the Labyrinth, in the Underworld and discovering a dead girl who still remembers when she shouldn't.

Imagine these demigods plotting, scheming, desperate, and the power of three children of the Underworld combined, pooling their powers together until they can go anywhere the shadows touch.

Imagine them rescuing a god, and the little girl coaxed along with them.

And when they've got one god back... it's only a matter of time before they get the rest.

(And when Kronos discovers it's Michael, again, that foiled him in the end... Well. Some Fates can't be denied)

#firealder2005 #michael yew #pjo apollo #thalia grace #bianca di angelo #nico di angelo #hazel levesque #meg mccaffrey #pjo kronos #au #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #trials of apollo #toa #i will never write this it's entirely too big with too many moving parts #but it's fun to imagine

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jinnie-ret · 3 months

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ep.5: the honeymoons

ratings: fluff, some angst

warnings: none

running time: 1.6k words

summary: we see the first batch of couples go on their honeymoons. is love still in the air?

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chan and rori

location: budapest

"I've always wanted to travel," Rori grinned, feeling peaceful as she gazed across the city, night lights twinkling and night life buzzing.

"You've not been around Europe before? I thought most brits would end up going around Europe because it's so convenient," Chan hummed in thought, his head resting on her shoulder as he hugged her from behind, arms wrapped around Rori's waist.

The two of them had grown close very quickly, already having taken things to the next level. Rori trusted him, and him, her.

"Well, South Korea was a chance I took and I love it. But when I had Oliver, it kind of threw a spanner in the works, so I didn't get the chance to," Rori stroked Chan's hands that involuntarily hugged her tighter as he laughed.

"A good spanner though!" Chan giggled, making the silly comment as he remembered the cute kid that had definitely surprised him on his wedding day, but made him that more excited for their new adventure together.

The day had ended perfectly, after going around and seeing the sights, Hero's Square and Fisherman's Bastion, and now taking in the beautiful city. Of course, there were drunk people in their twenties stumbling down the street together, shouting the words to a song Rori was sure she would have recognised if it had been sung soberly. A piece of her wished maybe she could have had more time in those years, to be recklessx to have fun. She was worried she'd never have that feeling again. But Chan have that to her, he made her feel alive.

"I can't believe how lucky I've gotten, Chan is just so... he gives me butterflies. I can't remember the last time I felt that way," Rori tucked some of her ginger hair behind her ear.

jeongin and dallas

location: mt. fuji

Jeongin and Dallas had finally made it to Mountain Fuji, sharing stories to each other about things they had achieved in their lives and what they wanted to do in the future. Sweetly they had held each other's hands the whole journey there, that small sense of affection and comfort whilst getting to know each other bringing them closer together already. And even as they exited the car together, they never let go of each other, until Dallas was so excited at the gorgeous colours of the flower festival in the clearing of the mountain.

"Ahhh! It's gorgeous! Wow, I just wish we had this back home! This is stunning I can't cope!" Dallas squealed, leaning over the fence and trying to comprehend all the glorious hues of purple, lavender, lilac and magenta intertwining into something she thought she could only dream of.

"You're really excited aren't you?" Jeongin laughed fondly, his wife, yes, he couldn't believe it, his wife, making him happy, her excitement spreading so easily.

"Duh! This is likely my dream, my life," Dallas grinned in astonishment, dropping his hand to run forwards along other paths to take in the sights even more.

They had a great day, and of course got some cute photos with each other, marking the day an amazing one. It was certainly one of the best days of Dallas' life, and Jeongin enjoyed himself too, content in wandering around and taking in nature. Amongst the other things they had done during their honeymoon, this certainly topped it, so it was a shame the day came to a close with a slightly bitter feeling.

"You're so cute, Dallas," Jeongin chuckled from his spot in bed, stretched with his arm around her, cosily nestled in his arms.

"Me? Nah... I think you were the one who's head was in the clouds, wearing that grin all day. That smile will be the death of me, Yang Jeongin," Dallas exclaimed, hand lightly smacking his stomach to emphasise her point.

"If my head was in the clouds then yours was all over the place, haha, you were like an excited child, you remind of the kids I teach," Jeongin chuckled once more, hand going to stroke her hair out of her face but Dallas had already sat up.

"I'm going to make us some tea," Dallas kept a smile on her face and went into the kitchen, Jeongin being none the wiser about how his words had affected her.

"I don't get why he had to say that last bit... like I get it, I can be quite energetic, like I give a lot of energy into the things I love. But I've been told before that I remind people of a child and it feels sort of... patronising? I don't know... it just felt- it didn't feel nice. He's my husband, I shouldn't feel this way..." Dallas rambled as she explained to the camera away from Jeongin, reflecting on the day they had had.

Hopefully they'd be able to squash this in the future.

jisung and valentina

location: new york

"We had such a good day yesterday and now he's all closed off, he won't come out of bed. I thought we'd be doing more with our honeymoon, but, I guess not?" Valentina sighed as she spoke to the camera.

Jisung felt overwhelmed to say the least. He was tired from the flight to New York, but tried his best to keep his energy up during their first day going sightseeing. And everything seemed fine to Valentina. Oh, Valentina. Jisung really was trying his best, he suddenly felt this big responsibility. He had never been in a relationship before, and now he was someone's husband. He had a wife. He knew what he was getting into but he still likes having time to himself, and that was why he was relaxing in bed, scrolling through his phone, having down time like he normally would. But Valentina was there, trying to encourage him to go somewhere with her and do something.

"Ji, you wanna go out for dinner at least?" Valentina sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter in their hotel suite.

"I feel bad. I feel like I'm letting her down already. She's so amazing and, I feel worried that I'm not going to be the man she really needs," Jisung stammered, having his own moment to talk on his own.

But, he took a step and agreed in having dinner. They went to a luxurious restaurant, a top rated one that served mouthwatering gourmet burgers.

"Now this, I can get into this," Valentina let out a breath in delight. Not only was the burger looking delicious, but it gave a break from the sudden awkward small talk that her and Jisung had been contending with.

"I'm sorry," Jisung suddenly said, after swallowing down a mouthful of his burger. Miraculously, they had ordered the same thing, having similar tastes in their preferred cuisine and flavours.

"Hmm?" Valentina delicately wiped her mouth before speaking, "what for?" She had an inkling, but she wanted to hear from him first.

"I know you wanted more, I just, I'm quite a homebody? And I'm really trying to get used to this lifestyle, this..."

"Married life?"

"Not even that, just being able to spend time with someone constantly," Jisung glanced away, taking a sip of his cocktail.

"I'll be real with you, I was sort of upset at first, but I didn't know that about you yet. I didn't know you needed that space to yourself so, it's ok. We'll work through it together, ok?" Valentina reassured him once again, pushing away the thoughts she had before, and putting herself in his shoes.

She was a party animal at heart. She just had to bring out that more confident and energetic side to her husband, and she was willing to do that.

hyunjin and sienna

location: rome

"This all feels like a dream," Sienna marveled at the sights of Rome, swinging her arm with Hyunjin's as they wandered around the city.

"It's not a dream, baby, it's real," Hyunjin earnestly reminded her, pulling her in a different direction as they wandered around some markets, looking for a bite to eat.

"I never thought I'd get to live this," Sienna added on, still in denial.

"Well stop thinking that, ok? Seriously, I'm going to make sure you're happy every day," Hyunjin stopped in his tracks, gazing into her eyes before kissing her on the forehead.

Soon they found somewhere to eat, a quiet restaurant being decided when they couldn't pick from the market.

"Let's get spaghetti and meatballs," Hyunjin smirked, kicking Sienna's foot lightly underneath the table.

"Why so sly about food?" Sienna rose an eyebrow, her accent coming through stronger as she stared at her husband in confusion.

"No reason, just taking inspiration from a certain film..." Hyunjin nodded smugly to himself as he ordered them their food.

And once it arrived, it all clicked.

"Why only one plate... Hyunjin..." Sienna facepalmed, Hyunjin instantly bursting into giggles.

"Have you realised, baby?" Hyunjin cooed as he leant forward.

"We are not lady and the tramping this lunch," Sienna folded her arms, but she too started laughing as she couldn't resist his loving expression.

They exited the restaurant, a blush on Sienna's face after Hyunjin whispered something in her ear.

"He's so romantic. And I'm not used to that. I love it. Just maybe not the sharing food part. I need my own food," Sienna deadpanned into the camera, before huffing out a laugh.

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twilightspinkyfinger · 7 months

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Secrets

This work is a part of my Hyrule Historian AU, for more information, check out my masterlist.

A/N: This post in particular was inspired by @orcusnoir and their weird chain headcanons. I wanted to take my own spin on the topic and include some weird headcanons for the historian! reader.

Secrets ran just as swiftly as blood through the veins of the chain. Little did they know that the historian joining their group also had their fair share of secrets that they kept hidden under lock and key as well.

The Hero of the Wild is starting to remember his past life more than he likes to let on. He doesn't want to be held to the same standard as the version of him from the past, he doesn't think he could ever go back to being like that, not after he got a taste of the freedom that adventure brings with it.

The Hero of Time can tell the moon's phase even during the brightest part of the day when the sun is at its peak. This effect remains the same even if the chain has recently changed eras. He is extremely anxious the first time they end up in Wild's Hyrule, he can sense the blood moon even if it is weeks away. He can sense the great dread and power that comes along with it, and it suffocates him.

The Hero of Legend can sense when magic courses its way through an object even from a considerable distance. He can feel the spirits that have attached themselves to many of the masks that the others carry with them. Their voices whisper to him in his dreams.

The Hero of Wind can always tell which direction the nearest body of water is. This skill comes in handy when finding a good spot to set up camp.

The Hero of Twilight sees figures in mirrors, and he knows no one else can see them. They drive him nuts and plague his nightmares. He hopes that one day one of the figures will be her, but he doesn't think he'll remain sane enough to see the day that happens.

The Hero of the Sky can understand the songs the birds sing, and the horror stories that pass through their beaks. This ability is why Sky likes to sleep in, past when early morning chirping from the local birds has ceased.

The Hero of Warriors can tell the second something dies. He has faced so much loss on the battlefield, that he knows the second a heart stops beating, this also applies to the hearts of enemies.

The Hero of Hyrule always knows what direction the nearest town or settlement is in, it doesn't matter if the chain is in his Hyrule or not. His feet will always lead him back to the people he has sworn to protect.

The Hero of the Four Sword can tell when people mask their personalities from others. The colors are quick to point out how a person is holding their true selves back. Being near the chain can be overwhelming because of this phenomenon. Being a hero of courage often lends itself to self-concealment for the greater good, or at least that's what they all try to claim. In reality, masking one's personality also works wonders at masking one's sins.

The Historian knows things they should have no logical way of knowing, things that the history books never recorded, things that happened thousands of years before their time. They know things people have never even spoken out loud, but somehow they still know. They understand the heroes they travel with because of this ability, and frequently have to stop themselves from spilling secrets that do not belong to them.

The Historian can hear the whispers of the shadows, which makes sneaking up on them almost impossible. The shadows are quick to warn them of the impending danger and who is coming, even if that danger is really just a squirrel or even one of the members of the chain. Because of this ability, sleep does not come easy. The historian often stays up late, feeling the eyes of the forest against their skin.

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sapphicseasapphire · 4 months

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Can you give us more Twi and Time Lore? TwT I need to know more!

MORE Twi and Time lore??? (I feel like I’ve been doing nothing but talk about them recently!)

As a God, Time goes by many names. These names are given to him by mortals who live much past what would have been his lifespan. People who never ever knew him as Link, people who pray to him for luck or blessings. Among these names are the Fierce Deity, Father Time, and the Man of Many Faces. I will explain these more in his origin story which I SWEAR IS COMING SOON.

But for the purposes of explaining his relationship with Twilight, I’ll talk a bit about the Man of Many Faces title. Legends depict him as a minor deity. A trickster. A young man, sometimes as a mischievous child who dons masks and is able to change his shape. It is said that if a traveler stumbles upon a silent stranger, they must tread carefully. The Man of Many faces gathers information to tell the other Gods, and could be hiding as anyone anywhere.

And mortals love to talk, of course, so much of this is folktales and rumors. Time does have the ability to change his appearance at will, and while he once had to rely on the aid of masks, with the godly mantle that was thrust upon him, he no longer needs them.

In my au, the Hero’s Shade is not Time’s ghost (or… Stal). Rather, the Hero’s Shade is simply a mask that the Man of Many Faces wears in order to deliver messages from the Gods. Except this time, he is the God. It’s his message. And he uses the opportunity to train his descendant, to ready him, so that he would not face the same hardship that he did when he was a young boy.

Twilight has no idea that the Hero’s Shade is Time. But Time could not be prouder if the young man he watched grow up.

(I will note that Time also watched most of the Chain grow up. Everyone except for Four and Sky, who died before he was born as Link. But he doesn’t go back and watch them until AFTER the LU adventure is over and they’ve parted ways. Again, I’ll talk more about this later! I don’t want to spoil any major plot points!)

(Did I mention that the Cryptid au grew a plot?)

So yeah! Time and Twilight are VERY close. Time has such a soft spot for Twi and it’s very noticeable haha! He treats him as if he were his son, which Twilight doesn’t think is very weird since he was raised by the entirety of Ordon and is used to people treating him that way. But the others? Definitely find it odd. Maybe some are jealous.

That’s about all I’m willing to share about Time and Twi (at least until I get their origins posted so I know I’m not spoiling too much). But I love getting asks like this! I hope this was satisfactory!

#the legend of zelda #chain as cryptids au #I answered question #cryptid lore #links meet au #cryptid time #Cryptid twilight

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fortheloveofhylia · 13 days

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@savimatteo2810 I love love loved turning this headcanon into a mini fic. It ended up being a bit longer than I thought so sorry about that. Or not.

Hope you enjoy.

More Than a Brother

Wars had been a little offended when Malon didn't ask him to join the rest of the muscle with help on the ranch. He knew he wasn't the strongest hero and he wasn't ashamed of that. Still, he couldn't help that her words stung him a little. The only benefit of being side lined was that Wind had ended up with him. With nothing to do on the ranch Wars and Wind had offered to run errands for Malon in town and make their usual enquiries about monster sightings in the area.

They had been in Time's era less than a day but Wars was keen to keep his head focused on their mission. As tempting as it was to relax in a warm and welcoming place like Lon Lon Ranch, he was keenly aware that they couldn't let their guard down completely. Shadow was still out there somewhere, as were his black blooded monsters. Plus, they were still no closer to figuring out what was causing the infected monsters to begin with. Wars itched to do something and if he couldn't make himself useful on the ranch, he would gladly walk to town to do some recon.

As he and the Sailor left the ranch and joined the road headed for town, Wars realised the two of them hadn't spent much time alone together. He felt guilty that his attention was so often drawn away from his brothers, either by planning, scouting or just sleep and recovery. During the war he and Wind had been fairly close. Of course Mask, aka a younger Time, had also been around, usually causing trouble and generally being a little shit. But Wind had been a little older than Mask and he and Wars used to talk a lot. He missed those quiet evenings when Wind would tell him about his travels and exploring the great sea. Wars had marvelled at the idea of Hyrule being utterly submerged beneath crashing waves. Wind had marvelled at the idea of horses.

"So where do you wanna go first when we get to town?" Wind asked, pulling Wars out of his memories.

"Hmm?" He mumbled.

"I said, where do you want to go when we get to town? I've been saving up some rupies and I thought about going on a lil shopping spree. Fancy spending some of that soldiers wage you're hoarding?!" Wind gave Wars an elbow to the ribs and Wars rubbed at it with a smirk.

"I'm not hoarding it, I'm saving it." He insisted. "And I'm sure you're the only one who believes I have any rupies to my name anyhow!"

"Well that doesn't matter, what are you saving it for anyway?" Wind probed.

"Retirement," Wars sighed.

"Re-what?!" Wind scoffed, almost halting in his tracks as he tried to comprehend the older hero.

"Retirement Sailor. You know, that thing that happens to people when they finish working."

"Yeah, but you're not that old yet. I mean, you are old but you're not THAT old. Not like Time."

"Hey, I'm not old!" Wars retorted.

"Eh, you're old to me," Wind shrugged.

"Thanks, that's good to know," Wars chuckled.

Wind seemed to forget his pervious question and they continued walking in silence for a while. Eventually the light began to fade and darkness swallowed up the road ahead.

"S'pose we should find somewhere to make camp," Wind observed, already looking for a good spot beside the road.

"Time says there's a rise a little way off protected by some trees. It should only be a little further, then we can get some sleep."

"Okay good," Wind yawned. "I hate walking."

"I know you do champ."

Just as Time had said, Wars spotted the hill and the ring of trees just up ahead on their right. The pair stepped off the road and climbed the short rise to the top. Wars' eyes swept the perimeter instinctively looking for danger. The hill was a good vantage point. If Time hadn't suggested it, Wars would probably have picked it out as a good camp site anyway.

"Where do you wanna sleep Wind?" Wars asked, already pulling out his own bed roll and a flint and steel.

"Here looks flat enough," Wind announced, laying out his bed roll on a soft patch of grass beneath two trees. "I'll gather up some firewood. Did you bring food? Or do I have to eat your cooking?"

"I swiped some pastries from Malon's pantry before we left. But I resent your attitude towards my cooking!" Wars retorted, pointing his striking steel in Wind's face.

"What?! Everything you cook is lumpy and too salty, everyone says so," Wind shrugged, already turning to go look for sticks.

"What do you mean everyone?" Wars asked to Wind's back, but the kid had already walked away.

Wars sighed and shook his head. Trying to remind himself that he had wanted Wind to come with him on their little outing. When Wind returned with a hefty armful of decent looking wood, Wars set about lighting some kindling and building up their campfire. He pulled his bedroll closer to the steadily building flames and sat on it cross legged. Wind did the same, almost mirroring Wars' movements. Wars pulled his bag into his lap and pulled out the pastries wrapped in paper, handing one over to Wind.

"Thanks," Wind said, as he took the parcel eagerly and started to unwrap it.

"Thank Malon when we get back," said Wars, before he took a bite of his own supper. "Actually, probably best she doesn't know these are missing. I don't think she likes me much already."

"That's not true," Wind protested, lowering his pastry for a moment. He frowned at Wars which made him hesitate.

"Come on, I'm definitely her least favourite of Time's boys. I'm no help around the ranch and as you so kindly put it before, I can't cook. At best I'm a guest who has to be accommodated for, at worst, I'm a burden to her."

"I don't see you that way," Wind mumbled, almost too low for Wars to hear.

"What d'you say?" He asked.

"I said I'm sure she doesn't see you that way." Wind said a little louder. "She likes all of us, doesn't matter if we're useful on the ranch. Besides, I don't think Miss Malon is capable of being mean like that."

"No, I don't think that woman has a bad bone in her body. I wouldn't like to arm wrestle her, but she's certainly got a good heart." Wars said wistfully, gazing into the crackling flames of the fire.

"She'd make a good Ma," Wind sighed, raising his pastry to his lips again.

"I'm sure she would. And though I think the prospect would terrify him, I think Time will make an excellent father some day." Wars took another bite with a smile tugging at his lips.

"Could have fooled me back when we first met him. I thought I was a menace!" Wind huffed and Wars let out a cackle of laughter.

"You were both terrors, but Time certainly turned terroizing me into his own personal hobby," Wars chuckled as he spoke.

"Used to think you'd clap him round the ears if he ever stood still long enough," Wind remarked, licking crumbs off his fingers.

"Believe me I tried, but I don't think I was the right man to try and discipline that wild child," Wars shook his head.

They fell into silence as Wars finished his supper and Wind threw his scrunched up ball of paper into the fire. Wars did the same and added a few larger sticks onto the flames. A few sparks drifted into the sky and he watched them rise high towards the stars.

"Get some sleep Sailor. I'll take first watch," Wars insisted, nodding to his younger brother.

"You sure we need it?" Wind raised an eyebrow. "Malon says there haven't been monsters sighted in these parts for weeks now."

"I know, but that can always change. Besides, it's not just monsters we keep watch for after all. There's regular old bandits, wolves and of course the Bogey Man!" Wars flashed Wind a toothy smile and waggled his eyebrows.

Wind couldn't help laughing at the usually so serious Captain. He'd never made such a claim before.

"The Bogey Man?!" Wind raised his eyebrows, staring at Wars in disbelief. "Come on Cap, how old do you think I am?"

"Twelve?" Wars tried to remember the last time they had discussed ages with each other.

"Thirteen," Wind huffed, crossing his arms with a pout. "And I'm almost fourteen."

"Right, of course," Wars nodded.

"And as we've established, you're old. But if you want to sit up for half the night I'm not gonna stop you. I'm bloody beat!" Wind exclaimed with a teasing note in his voice.

"Language Sailor!" Wars chided him.

Wind wafted his hand in the Captain's direction and began to make himself comfortable on his bedroll. He yanked a blanket over himself and pulled it all the way up to his chin. Wars smiled. Wind did the same thing every night he went to sleep.

"G'night," Wind mumbled, his voice now muffled by the blanket.

"Good night Link."

***

A few hours passed in silence as the night dragged on. Wars sat with his back to the warmth of the fire, staring out into the night and it's potential dangers. Every now and then he wood look behind him at Wind. The boy looked even younger when he was asleep. The usual fire and grit of his personality washed away by peace and comfort. His face looked calm and his brow was smooth. Wars felt himself smiling at their youngest brother sleeping so deeply.

Wars yawned despite himself and quickly gave himself a shake. He drank some water and tried to sit up straighter. Years of training had made it easier to go longer and longer periods without sleep. Besides, if something happened to Wind because he fell asleep on watch, Wars would never be able to forgive himself. He tried not to look at Wind again and kept his wide eyes scanning around them for any sign of danger.

However, a short while later, his attention was drawn back to Wind. A sound like a small whimpering animal caught Wars' attention first. He looked down to see the peaceful expression on the boys face had been shattered. His face was screwed up in what looked like pain. Fear tugged at Wars' heart as he quickly checked to see what could be wrong. There were no immediate signs of injury and Wind hadn't accidentally rolled too close to the fire. His mind relaxed a little as he realised Wind was probably just having a bad dream.

Though Wars and all the heroes knew from personal experience, just how bad their nightmares could be. With a sigh, Wars got to his knees and scooted over to kneel beside Wind's head. He placed a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder and gave him an experimental shake.

"Wind?" He asked softly. He didn't want to wake him too quickly and disorientate the poor boy.

Wind didn't stir, but he let out a soft moan and scrunched up his eyes.

"Hey, Sailor," Wars tried again. "Wind, you're dreaming. You might want to wake up."

Wars gave Wind another shake, firmer this time, concerned about what might be going through Wind's head right now.

"No... don't wanna... Mustn't... Stop!" Wind uttered in barely coherent syllables.

"Come on Wind wake up!" Wars said loudly and shook both of Wind's shoulders for good measure.

At last the boys eyes flashed open. He sat up with a start and Wars did his best not to crowd him in case he panicked. Wind stared around himself, clearly confused and definitely afraid of something. Wars could hear his breathing coming out in rapid little rasps.

"Wind," He said, lowering his voice to a soft whisper. "Wind it's okay."

Wind whipped his head around and Wars could see tears streaking down the boy's face.

"Wind, Link, you're okay. You were having a bad dream. You're okay. You're safe."

Wars did everything he could to reassure Wind he was alright. He knew that many of the boys, including himself, didn't like to be touched too quickly after waking from a nightmare. It made him feel trapped, as though hands with evil intent held him down. So he waited until Wind seemed lucid enough before laying a hand on his back. Wind flinched, but he didn't move away either which was a good sigh. Wars tried again and this time Wind leant into his hand.

"There you go," Wars cooed. "You're alright. That sounded like one nasty dream."

Was began rubbing circles into Wind's back as he continued to speak. Wind nodded feebly.

"Nightmare," he squeaked, the sound tugging at Wars' heart. "Ganon and Aryl and Grandma... Mmm, don't remember much else."

"Well that's good. I'm sure you'll forget the rest too," Wars remarked, trying to find a positive.

Wind nodded and then flopped against Wars' body. He almost knocked them both to the ground but Wars caught him in his arms and braced himself just in time.

"You okay kiddo?" Wars asked with a frown Wind couldn't see.

"M'okay," Wind mumbled into Wars' chest.

He could feel tears soaking into the front of his tunic, but he hugged Wind closer to himself regardless. Wars couldn't count the number of times he'd woken up shouting and screaming only to fall into Time or Sky's arms. Their warm embrace chasing away the specters of his own nightmares. Somehow when the roles were reversed it was a little different.

Wars had always been a very closed off person. He had to be out of necessity. The army was no laughing matter. And after all, emotion had started the war of ages in the first place. He'd had to grow up and get smart quick, quicker than most young solders his age. Responsibility had been thrust upon him leaving no room for his heart. A cool head was all that was required for a hero in his time, he knew that, and Wars had done his very best. But all of that was behind him now. Yet he still struggled to show his emotions. The walls he had spent years building would probably take years to take down again. His brothers had begun to do some of that work. Assuring him at every possibility that not everything was down to him. The burden of this new threat was shared among them equally and everyone had their own baggage to carry.

The small body currently curled against his own tugged at that vulnerable side of him. The side he had done his best to bury deep deep down. But against his better judgement he had decided to let these boys in. Let them into his heart. Wind had earned a place there long ago, as had Time, little terror that he was. But Wind was still young. Too young by all accounts.

Wars found his thoughts drifting to Time and how he had essentially adopted the other younger heros. He really would make a great father some day. What about himself? Wars had never given it a moments thought before, but now he considered the prospect. Would he make a good father if it ever happened. Of course he'd actually have to retire and settle down and of course find a wife who'd put up with him.

Wind stirred in his embrace. Wars glanced down and found that while he'd been thinking to himself the kid had gone back to sleep.

As gently as he could, Wars laid Wind back down on his bed roll and tucked his blanket in around his body. With a sigh Wars scooted away a little and returned to his watch duty. Not before he considered his question one more time. Would he be a good dad?

***

Just after midnight Wars woke Wind for his watch and the bleery eyed teen begrudgingly unfurled himself from his blankets and went to sit by the fire for his stint. Wars knew he shouldn't feel guilty about making Wind do his shift. But he couldn't help it. Even though Wind was constantly insisting he pull his own weight with the group and be treated just like the other heroes, he was still a child. Though Wars knew Wind would have some very choice words for him if he ever called him a child to his face.

Wars slept fitfully until the sun began to creep over the horizon. He awoke to the feeling of weak sunlight on his eyelids. He'd always been an early riser, usually up before everyone else to chat with whoever had been on last watch. Wind gave him a nod as he sat up and rubbed his palms into his sleep caked eyes. Wars guessed he must have shed a few tears while he was dreaming, given the damp patch on his scarf. Either that or he had slept with his mouth open and dribbled down his chin. If that was the case he hoped Wind hadn't been looking at him at the time.

They broke camp at a leasurely pace, hoping to get a late breakfast in town once the bakery opened. There was a chill in the air despite the warm summer they were experiencing. Wars noticed Wind with his arms crossed, rubbing his upper arms to keep them warm.

"You cold?" Wars asked plainly.

"I'm alright, it'll warm up soon enough," Wind shrugged, but he kept on rubbing his arms.

With a sigh Wars pulled the scarf from around his neck and draped it over Wind instead. Wind stiffened and glared up at the Captain.

"I said I'm alright, you don't have to give me this!" He protested. Even though he pulled it around himself unconsciously.

"I know, but I don't want you to catch a chill. Looking after a hero with a cold or the flu is a pain in the ass!" Wars remarked.

It was a pretty lame excuse. They'd all been sick at some point on their journey, and none of them had ever made the sufferer feel guilty about their weakened state. But Wars couldn't admit that he hated to see any of them suffer, especially Wind. Although the young hero was surprisingly sturdy, Wars just couldn't escape the fact that he was still a teenager. A young one at that.

They continued to walk in silence for a long time while the sun gradually crept higher into the sky. Eventually Wind was warm enough to offer the scarf back to Wars, but before he could open his mouth to speak however, they heard a shrill scream rent the still morning air.

"Where did that come from?" Wind asked, wide eyed as he stared around the empty road.

"Somewhere to the west," Wars replied, ears and eyes alert.

Though he had already been watching out for danger, the scream had caught him a little off guard. He tried to pin point where it had come from but he couldn't hear much else. The birds had fallen silent which wasn't a good sign. Another scream. This time higher and sounding more strangled than the first. Wars and Wind's heads both whipped around in the same direction and they sprinted off towards the source of the sound.

It only took them a few minutes to run through the small coppice of trees and discover the source of the commotion. Some travellers crossing Hyrule Field were being mobbed by large flock of keese, two of which were on fire. The two people running across the grass waved their arms over their heads, swatting at the large bat-like creatures. Wars pulled out his fire-rod, knowing it wouldn't hurt the fire-keese much but that it would hopefully drop some of the others.

Wind held out his batton before him and began uttering a familiar song under his breath. Wars braced himself for the gust of wind he knew would surely come next.

"Get down!" He yelled at the poor travellers.

Mercifully they saw the two young men approaching and did as instructed. They both dropped to the ground, hands held protectively over their heads. Wars swung his rod in a wide ark towards the keese, sending out a spurt of bright flame. Wind's gust whipped up at the same moment and carried Wars' flame higher. A second later the flaming torrent collided with the flock and sent most of them spiralling out of the sky, only to poof out of existence in a flash of purple dust.

"Not infected!" Wind called to Wars, who had pulled out his sword to deal with the two flaming keese.

Wars swung high but the keese dodged easily out of his way.

"Damn it!" Wars swore under his breath as he missed again.

To his left he caught a glimpse of Wind with his hand in his bag, clearly searching for a different weapon. He was surprised when the kid pulled out his boomerang. Wars chuckled to himself. Of course ranged weapons would work better on these annoying creatures. But he wasn't the best shot in the world.

Wind raised his arm and threw his boomerang as hard as he could. It spun through the air in a swift ark towards his target, colluding with one of the two keese. Wind jumped into the air and caught the boomerang with practiced ease. He spun around to throw it a second time, once again hitting his mark. Warriors rushed forwards to make sure the two beasts were dead, plunging his sword into one when he found it twitching in the grass

Momentarily distracted by the puffs of purple smoke, Wars failed to keep an eye over his shoulder. A lizalfos, one from Wild's era, snaked through the long grass towards his back. Wind's keen eyes noticed the disturbance in the grass however and managed to cry out before the lizard like creature could reach its target.

"Dad watch out!" He yelled, suddenly clapping a hand over his mouth as he realised what he'd said.

If Wars had noticed he didn't waste time thinking about it. He spun on the spot staying low and ready for attack. His vision focused in on the Lizalfos and he held his shield out ready. He'd faced plenty of Lizalfos but the ones from Wild's era could be particularly troublesome. Wars used his low position to dash forwards and jab upwards towards the creatures head. It jumped back in alarm, but Wars had expected that. He kept moving, trying to keep the monster within striking range. Wind wanted to rush in and help, but Lizalfos were so unpredictable he could end up endangering Wars or himself if he interfered.

Warriors and the Lizalfos danced around each other in the long grass. Both waiting for the other to drop their guard or make a mistake. Despite the infuriating way the creature moved Wars was patient and chose his moment carefully. In its frustration the Lizalfos stopped moving to roar at Wars. Instantly he lunged forwards, thrusting his sword up into the creatures head through its lower jaw. With a strangled hiss the Lizalfos stilled and slumped forwards. Wars had to stumble backwards to avoid being crushed beneath it, before the monster fizzled into smoke.

As Wars got his breath back and bent down to pick up his sword, he noticed the two travellers approaching. A pair of young women with heavy back-packs hanging from their shoulders walked towards him and Wars slapped on a friendly smile of greeting.

"Thank you so much!" One of the women exclaimed breathlessly. "If you and your son hadn't come along when you did, those creatures would have killed us for sure!"

"Or at the very least they would have stolen our harvest," said the other, indicating their bulging back-packs.

"And we had no idea that lizard was in the grass too!"

"Actually they're called Lizalfos, and they're not that dangerous. Just difficult to land a hit," Wind enlightened them as he walked over.

"Wait," Wars said with a blink, as he registered what had just been said. "Did you say son?"

"He must be tall for his age, but you look like you've trained your boy well Sir," one of the women remarked.

She paused as she hoisted her bag off her back and set it on the ground. Opening the flap Wars and Wind could see that it was full of corn cobs.

"We don't have much, but I'd like to offer you some of our harvest in return for saving our lives. Please take it with our thanks," she continued, pulling out an armful of corn and holding it out to the two boys.

"Thank you ma'am," said Wind eagerly. He stepped forwards and clumsily took the food.

Wars couldn't help but chuckle as the boy struggled to hold what appeared to be at least ten corn cobs almost as long as his forearms. Hopefully he'd earn some points with Malon for bringing back free food.

"Here," he said, pulling out his own bag. "You can put them in here Wind."

Wind obliged and the two women watched as the boys loaded up Warrior's bag.

"Aww, Wind. What a cute name." Observed one of the women, earning her a scowl from the boy in question. "Did your mama give you that name? Or was it your father here?"

"My...?" Wind began to ask as he looked up into Wars' face, which had turned bright read.

Wind wondered if it was from the sudden exertion, or something else.

"Thank you for the food and I hope you don't run into any more danger on your journey. We should be pressing on now," Wars declared, as he streightened up and turned so that Wind couldn't see his face.

"Thanks again," said the woman as she hoisted her bag back onto her back.

Wars and Wind stood for a moment watching the two women walk away towards the road. For a long time they stood in silence, neither able to look at the other. Wars was acutely aware of how warm and flushed his face was. Had Wind really said what he thought he had? He tried to think it over in his mind. There wasn't really anything else it could have been. Had he really called him, Dad?

"Wars?" Wind asked, a little timidly from behind him. "You okay? That Lizalfos didn't get you anywhere did it?"

Wars cleared his throat and pulled his smile back onto his face before turning to look at Wind.

"No, I'm alright. No injuries to report here. How about you?"

"I'm good. Should we get going?" Wind replied, jerking his thumb back towards the road.

"Yeah, sounds good to me."

Warriors shoulders relaxed a little as they strolled back across the grass towards the road. He kept trying to turn his attention back to their task, completing Malon's errends in town. But he kept getting distracted. They had once again turned onto the road and Wind was walking a little ahead of him. Wars' scarf fluttered behind him, almost touching the ground. He'd looped it around his neck a few times, but it was still far too long. Wars felt himself smiling absentmindedly, then shook himself.

What was happening to him. What was he doing?! Wars was used to looking out for and taking care of other people. If you didn't have other soldiers backs in a war why would you expect them to have yours. The same was true of the Chain. They all looked out for each other and they relied on each other to have their backs in times of crisis. They were all experienced heroes who had faced numerous foes and come out on top. Despite all of this knowledge however, Wars couldn't shake the feeling that he had to protect them. Or more specifically, he had to protect Wind.

He'd been Wars' charge before and he'd done his best to look after the boy during the war. Despite knowing Wind was a capable fighter and wiser beyond his years, Wars' heart bled every time he saw the boy take a hit, or nurse an injury. The longer their journey continued, the more the Sailor had wormed his way into the Captain's cold heart. It wasn't just that the boy was likable. It wasn't just that he was so much younger than all of them. It wasn't even that Wars thought he couldn't handle himself in a fight. He absolutely could. It was that, despite his best efforts, Warriors had grown to love the kid. And if Wind's reaction today was anything to go by, he might love Wars in return.

"Hey Sailor," Wars suddenly found himself calling to Wind, before he'd even figured out what he wanted to say.

"Yeah?" Wind replied brightly, turning to walk backwards while he talked.

Wars was afraid that Wind might step on the scarf and strangle himself to the ground with it. He pushed the thought aside and tried to focus on the one occupying his brain.

"Did you..." He hesitated. Wondering if he could let the subject slide. "Did you call me, Dad?"

Wind's eyes dropped to the ground and he turned around again, still walking a few steps ahead of Warriors.

"You heard that?" He replied sheepishly, crossing his arms as his shoulders tensed.

Wars couldn't see but from the sound of his voice he guessed Wind was pouting. He'd heard that voice and seen that face many times.

"I did, your shout almost definitely saved my life," Wars affirmed.

He reached out and gently gripped Wind's shoulder, drawing them level with each other. Walking side by side Wars tried to catch Wind's eye.

"Do you... Do you see me as a... As a father?" Wars asked tentatively.

His heart was thumping in his throat. As he waited for Wind to respond, Wars thought he might pass out from the sound of blood rushing through his ears.

"Well..." Wind began. "Not in a weird way. Like, I know you're not my Dad obviously. But, you know... You've always, always taken care of me and stuff and... The others are like brothers, they're loud and brash and they like to tease. But you're..." Wind tried to find the words to finish what he wanted to say. What he was feeling. "You're more... Yeah, I guess you're more like a father to me."

Wars let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding. His heart beat returned to normal and he didn't feel quite as sick. As he relaxed a little a warm tingle washed over him. He feeling he had rarely experienced before. It made him fell light and safe. Wind, their little pirate, saw him, war torn and shell shocked Warriors, as a father figure. So much so that in the heat of battle he had called him Dad.

"What about Time?" Wars frowned, finally catching Wind's eye.

"Nah, Twilight and Wild might see him as some kind of parent, but they have a connection with each other. You and me know what that Sprite is really like!" Wind gave Wars a nudge to the ribs and he couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah, I guess when you two met for the first time he was younger than you. That must seem so long ago for him." Wars observed, his face growing pensive.

"Yeah, not so long for us though," Wind nodded.

"Apparently not."

Their conversation dwindled and Wars tried to think of what to say next. Wind saved him however by adding,

"You don't have to say anything about it by the way. I think I just wanted you to know."

"Thank you Sailor. And, I'm honoured."

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Tama v. Bakugo

Yep, this tickling fic was inspired by Tama's absolutely stellar Bakugo piece, which will live rent-free in my mind... probably forever?

Fun fact #1: Bakugo broken with ruthless foot tickling is my favorite thing in the world, it's not even a contest. No. 1 lee, no. 1 spot. Just perfect.

Fun fact #2: Many of the lins the characters say are taken straight from Tama's drawings depicting Bakugo and her favorite teases.

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What the fuck is happening?

Bakugo glances about in the infinite blank space. White everywhere the eye can see, even below him there isn’t so much as a hint of a floor; and yet, it’s undeniable the contraption he’s sitting in is resting on something; heck, he himself must be sitting on something, though he can see nothing under himself.

Right, the contraption: a set of purplish-gray stocks encasing his ankles, raising them just enough that they’re almost level with his chest, which juts prominently forward as massive manacles restrain his forearms together behind his back. The top of the stocks is a black and curved, and, on top of blocking Bakugo’s view of his feet, he can feel that each of his toes has been tied to it, keeping his soles perfectly spread, vulnerable and immobile.

The only other thing he can see is a small, round table right next to the stocks, lying on something that should be below the floor, and on top of the gray table, a squat bottle of clear fluid, purple-capped and purple-labeled.

Suddenly, a tall, curvy woman is standing right in front of him. Everything on her person is some shade of yellow. What stands out right away is her slip-on dress, barely cladding her buxom form; then, her sea witch-like hair, like carefully permed algae, and… is that a raw egg on her head?

Each of her fingers ends in a long, sharp nail, painted yellow, of course. She’s brandishing an oversized detailing brush, which is almost as big as Bakugo’s foot. There’s something ominous about its purple shell and the hundreds of bristles under it.

“And who the fuck are you?” asks Bakugo, resolute not to show any trace of doubt or fear.

The woman’s voice is saccharine. “Maybe someone who thinks you need an attitude adjustment. Maybe someone who wants to see you relax and laugh. Or maybe someone who’s about to torture you for information.”

She notices Bakugo stiffen at that last remark, so she presses on. “Wanna go ahead and tell me where your hero friends are??” Her request sounds both ecstatic and devious, like she’s not trying to wring information out of him, but about to pull a prank.

“Get fucked,” he deadpans.

“Suit yourself!!” she trills, far too happy at his refusal. But he has no time to linger on her response, because something is leaving a fiery trail on his left foot, starting from the heel and traveling up, towards his toes. Fuck no. Not that. He stills himself, biting his lower lip, determined not to make a sound, to keep his face expressionless.

Her fingernail completes its journey and withdraws, and for a single moment, Bakugo allows himself to hope that will be it; but then, he feels four nails gently scratching at his heel.

“How’s that?” she chirps. “Heels aren’t usually very sensitive, and I’m sure yours aren’t either, right?”

She lets her fingers roam the mound for a few more moments (damn his Quirk for keeping his soles soft and callous-free!), then a single nail starts scratching at the point where his heel begins to flatten into his arch.

“Now this tends to be a loooot more sensitive,” she continues, and Bakugo has to grind his teeth together to keep from making a sound. It’s just one finger. Shit.

But then all four fingernails are dragged up his arch, and the corner of his mouth threatens to betray him. She says nothing, dragging her nails up, then down, then up again. No, he won’t smile, he won’t laugh, he won’t break, he won’t, he won’t! But then the four wanderers reach the ball of his foot.

“Khh!” escapes his treacherous lips, fruitlessly attempting to jerk his foot for the first time, but he immediately regains his composure… or something that resembles it.

“Yes, I think this ball here is very, very sensitive! But where does it tickle the most? Under? Right in the middle? Just above? I think it looks even more ticklish than the base of these toes, and these look sooooo ticklish!”

Bakugo would be cussing her out if he wasn’t so intent on repressing peals of giggling – giggling, him! He won’t answer, not like he needs to, because his warped features, the unrestrained snorts, the twisting of his upper body tell Tama everything she needs to know.

Yes, indeed, it’s even more sensitive than those nice-looking toes. That ball is ticklish indeed, extremely, excruciatingly ticklish. And she’ll play a game with it and the foot it’s attached to.

She makes a show of resting the brush on the table, and Bakugo would be relieved if his eyes weren’t squeezed shut in a long-failed attempt to hide his reactions.

But then four more fingers start scratching at his right foot, and the seal of his lips breaks. “Keh! Shit… Shit-!”

Tama smirks deviously, her hands still moving with the theatrical deliberateness of a clairvoyant interrogating her sphere… except the answer to her question is already quite obvious.

She’s teasing his arches, still going slow, she told herself she won’t start being sort of mean until the dam breaks… and she knows it’s about to.

In fact, it only takes a couple more seconds for his helpless struggling to become that much more desperate, for the volume of his voice to increase so…

“KEH!” he exhales again through gritted teeth, his face flushing rapidly and… poor guy, he already has tears in his eyes.

Tama lingers just a fraction of a second longer on his toes – her nails can easily slip between them, reaching skin that was never meant to be touched – and…

“S-SHIHIT!!” tumbles out of Bakugo’s lips… giving Tama the go-ahead. And as her fingernails begin to move with practiced spit and masterful precision, the professional hero realizes he never stood a chance.

“BWHAAAAAA! BWHAHHAAHA HAHAAHA HAHAHAHA HAHAHA!! HAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAAHHAAHAH!! SHIHIHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!”

With pinpoint precision, Tama targets the top of his heel, then the base of his toes; the bottom of the ball of his foot, then the stems; the center of the arch, then the middle of the ball; the top of the ball, and between the toes. It’s an expert flurry that not even someone far less ticklish than Bakugo could resist, and with both feet at her disposal, perfectly vulnerable, she can target different spots on each foot, introducing Bakugo to a new level of hysteria.

“HAAAAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! HAHAHAH HAHAHAHA AHHAHAAHAHAH!! FUHAHAHAHHAHACK HAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!”

“Theeere we go!!” trills Tama, scratching at the pads of both big toes.

“Now that’s a happy face,” she continues, her left hand focusing on the right heel.

“Don’t you feel so much better just relaxing and laughing like this??” she questions as she slips a finger between each set of toes.

“Seriously, you’ll give yourself wrinkles if you constantly scowl!!” she advises while her right hand wreaks havoc just under the ball of his left foot.

“Happiness is a much better look on you!!” she proclaims, happily scribbling at the base of his toes.

“You are just EXPLODING with laighter!!” she quips right before all her fingernails converge right at the center of the balls of both feet, making Bakugo howl.

“FUUHUHHAHAHAHUCHK!! FUCK! FUCK! GggrrRAHAHHAHHHRRGHAAH!! Fucking stoOHOOP!! THIS IS TOHOOHOHORTURE!! AhGHAGAHGAAHAHAHAHH!!”

Tama doens’t bother pointing out that that is the point – as far as he knows. No, she just flexes every inch of her incomparable skill to make sure that she’s extracting the most distilled form of hysterical agony every second – each one of which feels like an eternity to tickle-addled Bakugo.

“Awwww, so ticklish!! Gitchy gitchy gitchy!! How about here~? Or here~? My my, you’re just a walking tickle spot, huh? Are you just soooo ticklish??? Tickle tickle!!” she teases, knowing full well that Bakugo can understand one word out of three, but her cooing tone is enough for him to realize he is being teased, and that stokes the fire of his powerless rage. He even tries to insult her through the deafening peals of laughter… too bad surge of high-pitched mirth cuts him off when she focuses on the ball of his right foot and the base of his left toes at the same time.

How deliciously he is thrashing, flushing, tearing up, laughing, laughing, laughing, hating her, but really his own off-the-charts sensitivity.

And naturally, Tama goes on teasing him. “You’re such a gigglebox!! Sooo cute!! You just gonna giggle yourself to death?? What if I get those toes, huh?? What are you gonna do then??”

Bakugo is in hell. The worst thing is that he doesn’t even care about the humiliation anymore. He just wants – NEEDS it to stop.

And she does, about ten minutes of desperate laughter later. Not because she’s taken pity on him, no. She needs his sense sharp, lest a single scratch of hers be sub-optimal. And she wants him to be able to make sense of her words.

So as the phantom tickles keep him flailing about, she reaches for the bottle and, calmly, opens the cap, squirts its content in the palm of her hand, puts it back on the table, closes it, and rubs the lotion into her palms.

By then, his laughter has tapered off into steady giggling, which is also dying down. She notices the tears in his eyes and smirks. Then, she proceedd to rub the red soles with her lathered hands.

His limp body instantly stiffens when he feels her touch – Ah, what delightful fear she’s instilled! – though he is too tired to pretend he can put up a fight, and warily lets her rub his ravaged soles, secretly relieved that her touch is dispelling the phantom tickles.

Poor guy, he has no idea how much worse this is about to get, and will keep getting. So she is extra nice with her massage, as if to make up for what she is about to do, while waiting for his sensitivity and his reactions to recover fully. How unfortunate that he has such good stamina!

“Sooo, anything you want to tell me?” she enquires.

It takes Bakugo a long time to answer. “G-get… fucked…” he repeats, his hoarse voice breaking as he’s still trying to project strength.

Tama chuckles. How delightful. But she wears her best scowl as she says, “That’s not nice at all!! I think someone owes me an apology!!”

Bakugo breathes in, then out. He sits upright, blinks off the tears to scowl at her. “Get… fucked.”

Oh, how hard she has to fight to suppress that chuckle! How thoroughly he’s taken that bait! Gobbled it right up, as soon as she lured him into a sense of self-possession, that maybe he could take this.

“Just know I won’t stop until you’re ready to apologize, ok??” she says, and then scratches.

Bakugo YELPS. As much as they’d tickled him, none of his friends had ever introduced him to baby oil. She pauses just long enough for the realization to sink in and register on his features.

Then the kiddy gloves come off.

“AGAGAGAGAGAHHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! HAHHAHAHAHAGAGAGAGAAFFFFFFFHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAGAGAGAGAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!”

The next ten minutes are unadulterated, coerced hysteria, Bakugo caught in a losing battle between his will and his body. Tama says nothing, only humming to herself. She knows the last of his defenses are coming down. But that’s no good reason to go easy on those footsies, is it?

“RRRRHAHAHAHAGAGAGAGAGHHHH!!!! HAHAHAHAHFHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! PLHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PHEHEHHHAHAHAAHHA!!!”

She focuses on his toes.

“SSSSSTHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!! GHAHAHAGHAAGAHAGHAAA!! PPLHEHEHEHEHAASEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAH!!!”

His arches…

“HAHHAHA!! STOHOP!! PLEHEHASE!!! STHAHAHSTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAP!!”

Begging, uh? Oh, if he could notice… No matter, he will, later. The ball of his foot.

“FUFUFHAHAHAHAHACCKK!! PLAHAHAHA!!! STHAHAHA!!!! PLEAPLEAHAHSEPLEASEHEHEHE!!! IHAHAH!!! I’M SOHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! HAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHA!!!”

There it is. He’s cracked. Though, to be fair, he probably hasn’t even realized it.

What he does realize is that Tama won’t pause to let him apologize. After all, if he’s too sensitive to even speak, that’s not her fault, is it?

“HAHAHAHAHSSOOSOHAHAHAHAHAH!!! MMHAHAHAHAH”” I’m SOHOHAHAHAHAH---!!”

Oh, he nearly did it! How tragic he’s been consigned to the pit of silent laughter, so close to the finish line! His eyes are vacuous, incredulous, his mouth open and frozen into a manical cackle that just won’t come.

Well, if he won’t apologize, he can take more. So Tama doesn’t stop, doesn’t relent. It takes him all of 30 seconds – probably two hours in Bakugo-time – for all the words he’d been wanting to say to erupt in pitiful string. “STOPPLEASESTOPOKAYI’MSORRYI’MSORRYSTOPITSOHOHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHA!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!”

How loud he is! But, always true to her word, Tama does stop.

Oh, how he instantly crumbles! Like a puppet whose strings have been cut. How he pants, like he’s just run three consecutive marathons! Beautiful. Just beautiful. “Theeere we go!! Now that wasn’t so hard!!”

She rubs his sore feet again – with more oil, of course. His crimson soles positively glisten.

Now for the offer he can’t accept. “Remind me again, where are your hero friends??”

He freezes. He’d forgotten. Ah, that surge of resolve! Now that he’s been reminded of why he has to endure, he’s somehow convinced himself he won’t falter again. She snickers. It’s too easy.

He says nothing – just stares at her defiantly, flushed though he is, tear-trails down his cheeks, soaked hair stuck to his forehead. She smiles. And grabs the brush.

And something inside Bakugo dies as he feels the bristles scratching at his right sole. “FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHACK!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAAHA!!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!!!! HAHAHAHHA AHHAHAHAAHHA!!!”

“Ohh, what a scream!! Is this the sweet spot, right at the top?? Perfect, I’ll just keep the brush right here for a while then- no?? Ahaha! Now why would I tickle you anywhere else, when this spot makes you beg for mercy so deliciously~?”

It was a half-lie – he didn’t have the capacity to beg for mercy anymore. Or maybe he does. Well, it is gone for sure the second her free hand makes contact with his left foot, all while the scrub keeps going up and down, up and down…

No amount of screaming or crying will save Bakugo. He’s just there to take it – he can’t, yet he will.

“Wow, your soles are so red. And look at all those nail marks. That must really, really tickle, huh?? Like seriously, it looks unbearable. Good thing you have to take it and not me, huh??”

He can’t understand her, but she keeps teasing to shatter whatever spec of ego is left. She moves the brush to the other foot, but her nails aren’t deserting the first.

He just screams, and laughs, and drools, and begs. Nothing else he can do. And soon, he can’t even do that anymore. Silent laughter. The brush switches foot. Screaming, crying, drooling, begging! He doesn’t even remember what he’s supposed to say to make it stop.

It is pure self-preservation that somehow cuts through the laughter as the brush scrubs up and down his right foot, and her fingernails focus on the very center of the ball of the left. The kill. “AUGKHAHA HAHA HA HAHA HAHA! I’LL TALK!!”

She doesn’t stop.

“BFHAHAHAHA! I’LL TALK!!”

How long until he burns himself out again?

“KGAHAH! KEE! MAKE IT STAHP!! GYA!”

She doesn’t stop. But he’s running on fumes, and he can understand her again. Not for long. So she trills, “In only 30 minutes? And you were such a little toughie, too!!”

She won’t stop. She sees it in his eyes, the moment the realization hits.

“Let’s make it an even hour.”

And a second brush materializes in her free hand. Bakugo bellows – screams – groans – this can’t be happening, but it is. He’s broken, defeated. Two brushes energetically scrubbing at his feet, and having gone through all four stages of grief without any of them diminishing the torment one bit, his mind short-circuits. He’s been reduced to a machine that can do nothing but laugh.

But he doesn’t make it through the hour, no. He doesn’t even last 10 minutes after the second brush is introduced before his body surrenders. He goes limp, still twitching, breathing deeply, passed out, with the biggest cackle frozen on his face.

Tama stops. Smiles. “Until the next drawing,” she trills.

#ticklish!bakugou #ticklish!bakugo #lee!bakugou #lee!bakugo

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wayfayrr · 1 year

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I can't quite believe this was first in my drafts in feb and I've only gotten to actually writing it these last two weeks.

This fic was based off of five songs from spotify shuffling one of my playlists which was an idea inspired by @trulytiredhermit and then it kinda just went from there

the songs that I based it on were: To my enemies - Saint motel, stalker’s tango - Autoheart, meet me in the woods - Lord Huron, The red means I love you - Madds Buckley and Bitter water by the oh hellos

You know they say you're nobody until someone wants you dead, and I can't help but feel like it's morbidly accurate for everything that's happened to me recently.

That weird shadow brought me here for whatever, most likely because it wants my head for some reason. and then all of a sudden?

I'm one of the most important people to the heroes of Hyrule, brought here by fate for whatever reason and they all love me… although love might not be the best way to describe it. If you were to ask any of them they'd say "It feels so wrong it's right" Heh how ridiculous to be that obsessed, so I ran as far as I could, lost in a world that isn't my own and one that shouldn’t exist out of fiction. Those boys that I once cared for; who promised me they'd find me someway home, but talk is cheap after all and it's oh so effortless to lie when it brings you so many benefits.

The situation was so incredibly strange, I don't think there's any amount of time where I could've gotten used to it despite what they would say. it started, well I can't say normally as nothing about this is normal, but it started well. they were themselves, they were still sane. but then they started to slip letting me out of their sight, less and less and less until it was like I had to be in at least one of their line of sight at all times, they wouldn't let me talk about my home, wouldn't let me focus on things that weren't them always trying to justify it whether it was to me or themselves I could never tell. Perhaps it was both?

This little journey I’ve taken into the unknown?

Oh, I’ll go back changed, I wonder if those I cared about would even recognise me at this point. How long have I been away at this point, it feels like ages yet my phone says it’s only days. Well in the games back home the games always ran on a much faster time scale, it wouldn’t be impossible that I’m still running off of real-world time; if anything it makes more sense with how I’ve not needed to eat or sleep for days on end. I’ve never been away from the links for this long, not since I started travelling with them that is. They’re probably worried sick at this point; it’s probably only a matter of hours until they do manage to find me. Until Wolfie sniffs me out, Sky uses Fi to dowse for my signal, or even Wild traces me with his slate.

“[name]?”

And with that last thought it’s as if I’ve jinxed myself and my hiding spot. The one thing I can be glad for is that it’s Sky who found me, while his anger is terrifying it’s not on the same level as Time, Warrior or Light forbid if Legend was the one to find me. Sky is oh-so-nice compared to them, even if he is a yandere with a strange fascination, a near-obsessive infatuation.

he still treats me like I'm a person though, so there's that. He, I think if I were to end up with any of them it would be him.

"oh by Hylia, [name] are you alright? you've been missing for so long, we thought you were kidnapped, but by the looks of it, you've managed to escape them! even, even if it did leave you hurt"

his smile doesn't look right. he's lying, lying straight to my face...

but it's not like he's lying to me. No, it's like he's trying to convince himself that's what happened. His concern is sweet despite how misplaced it may be; I can't bring myself to break it to him that it's not what happened. Unless...

I couldn't, could I?

oh, but I could.

"link, I- I wasn't kidnapped. I was scared of how the others are acting, I didn't feel safe so- so I ran as far as I could"

This affected me more than I thought, seeing as I could barely finish the sentence without stuttering or coming close to bursting into tears, I hope he reacts the way I want him to and by the look of it, he will.

His face instantly fell when I said that, filled with pity and something else I can't quite put my finger on, the closest thing I can think of is pride but even that doesn't seem right, is, is he smug? Why would he be smug that I’m scared of the others when I…

“Oh my dove, you don't need to be worried now, I'm here. I'm the only one you trust after all; the only one of us you need. you're my betrothed, my one true love until the end of time"

his"betrothed", when did he- how would he- how didn't I realise? Is Skyloftian culture so different to my own? oh, what am I saying of course it's that different. why is he reaching for - the feather? he proposed when he gave me that earring, didn't he?

"I knew I made the right choice when I chose you as mine, we’re perfect for each other can’t you see? And I know I shouldn't love you, I know I shouldn't love you but I do and nothing will separate me from you again as long as I draw breath.”

And isn’t that the truth, that look in his eyes, that stupid lovesick look. I’m not a fool entire for I know exactly what it means. The idea that even if I somehow made it home…

He would find me.

And he would never let go.

How are you even supposed to respond to something like this? This declaration of ownership, that no matter what I do I’m his. To think how I idolised him when he was nothing more than a game character, how naive was I?

Even still I can’t bring myself to hate him, even if he’s a walking red flag. Even if he’s someone I should run from in fear - It’s still Sky, still the only one to welcome me with open arms, the only one to treat me ever so kindly when I was petrified of everything.

Part of me is telling me to leave, to do what's smart and practical. But another part is pulling me towards staying, following my heart even if it means taking a risk. I know I’d have regrets either way for I would be losing something I care for no matter my choice and I’ll need to say something soon to him, even if it’s a lie. I can’t bear to see him so worried, even knowing where that worry is from.

I don't know what the right choice is, but I know that I have to make a decision. And no matter what I choose, I'll have to live with the consequences.

#I got the songs from shuffle in feb????#IT'S MAY??#HOW MUCH TIME HAVE I LOST CAUSE OF COURSEWORK???#yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #linked universe x reader #link x reader #lu sky #lu sky x reader

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morallyinept · 4 months

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A full transcribe of PERO TOVAR'S dialogue/lines from the film THE GREAT WALL.

Includes full dialogue, and dialogue from any deleted/additional scenes available.

I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to read the dialogue. 🖤

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

☝🏻Dialogue has been fully transcribed by myself using reference to original scripts (if available), audio subtitles and using my own two ears. Therefore, mistakes can be made, however I have tried to be as fully accurate as I can. If you spot an obvious mistake, please kindly let me know. Where audio is not clear, I have marked with *inaudible* Scenes are separated for ease of reference.

⚠️ Please note: Pero uses a term that could be considered derogatory later on in his dialogue. I have included it so you have the full transcribe, but wanted to put a warning.

FULL SCRIPT DIALOGUE:

We have been riding for six months.

But we survived.

In the West, we would be enemies and I would have to kill you. At least here we have a common goal.

It is the weapon of our dreams.

Men have sent word that it’s real.

There’s not much here.

The magnet.

Useless.

It’s all yours.

Amigo, only you would carry a stupid magnet through the desert.

Rizzetti won’t make it. The wound is festering. We’ll be dragging a corpse.

For who?

Hill Tribes?

Then what is it?

What was that?

We need to move!

What the hell for?

__________________

Persistent bastards, aren’t they?

What a long, shitting way to go to die.

Mother of God!

I have no need to go down fighting.

I haven’t surrendered in a while, eh.

Of course, my friend. Where you go, I follow. You’re doing such a great job already.

__________________

And they don’t look happy to see it.

Have you lost your mind?

I must confess, this is not my favourite plan.

Fantastic.

__________________

Well…

Are you killing us, sister? Two lost travellers?

(In Spanish) What’s happening here? Is this bitch going to kill us?

If it is death, my dear, we need time to pray.

I’m trying here.

Sister, I know a siege when I see one. What comes at you so hard you need a wall like this?

Attack? Tao Tei? What the hell is a Tao Tei?

__________________

The black are the foot soldiers. And the red?

And the blue?

What the hell do they do?

Incredible.

__________________

They look nervous. It’s a big wall to be so nervous.

__________________

Do you hear it?

__________________

William, over there. Why isn’t he tied up?

Fight or run?

__________________

William!

Hey, bitch!

William.

What God made those things?

Think they’ll hang us now?

__________________

And did you find it?

He knows where the powder is.

He needs help getting out?

I didn’t sign up for this.

Well, all of it. But mostly the monsters.

Is that the best you’ve got?

__________________

Now?

I want to eat!

Last time didn’t go so good.

How high?

Turn around

Amigo…

Good luck with that. I want food.

__________________

I hope not to stay that long.

Then it is a fair contest.

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My God!

He brings us in, we get us out.

__________________

What the hell are you doing? We need to be free when the attack comes. How many chances do you think we will get? Be injured. Be Missing. Be a coward. Get out of this. We did enough.

__________________

He’ll be here.

We start, and he will find us.

I’ll find him.

I can’t go without him.

We need his bow!

__________________

I’m only saving you so I can kill you myself!

Grab an axe. We’re fighting blind.

I know what to do.

Die well, brother.

What the hell are you doing?

__________________

You feel good, huh? Maybe you sing a little song, eh? I will join you. We can sing together how you saved the grateful chinos.

I see black powder. I see a man forget his friends.

What goes nowhere is you. You’ll never get what you want from this. You think they see you as some kind of hero? A man of virtue? Maybe you can fool them but I know what you are. You know what you are. A thief, a liar… and a killer. You can never undo the things you have done. And you will never be anything.

Good to see you again, Amigo.

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No.

I don’t.

The time they spend killing him is time they are not chasing us.

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Is it safe?

I thought you said it was safe.

You’re here.

Ballard has planned well. Getting out is easy. There’s a gate, 20 miles west. We dodge the Hill Tribes… we can make it.

They need more than us. These people are doomed.

Brother, please.

Amigo, after all the blood and cold and pain, with this black powder in our saddlebags, we win. You come with me.

William…

__________________

It’d take a lot more than that.

__________________

Come on. Hyar!

Which way? Left or right?

No! No! Bastard!

__________________

A little slow. You're a hero, after all.

You seem pleased with yourself. And what are they giving you for your troubles? A bag of gold? A victory parade along the top of the wall?

Well, congratulations.

So, what is this? You’re here to rub my nose in it?

And the time before that, I saved your life.

Please tell me you chose the powder.

I don’t even know you anymore.

__________________

I’ll be inside. Don’t leave without me.

I heard that.

__________________

Are you sure you don’t want to go back?

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DELETED SCENES:

Yes.

There’s not a saddle made he cannot ride.

__________________

Black powder is real and can be ours. He has a plan.

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FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

#pedro pascal #pero tovar #pedro pascal characters #pero tovar the great wall #the great wall #PPCU #Pero tovar dialogue

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kingkatsuki · 1 year

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Something I love thinking about: Bakugo who became number one and who has held onto the title for years, who gradually realizes it’s not what he wants anymore.

Of course, he was absolutely euphoric in the beginning. He won, he finally achieved the dream he worked so hard for. He owns it, and fights to stay up top.

But it gets lonely up there. For a long time it didn’t bother him, he was used to being alone. All he did was work, didn’t have time for anything else. He kept others away and he was fine with it.

But as the years pass, he’s had to come to terms with the fact that his dream wasn’t what he expected. He had no life…no, being a hero was his life. He had nothing else. Sure, he had admiration from people. He had lots of money that he could do whatever he wanted with. But he never had time to actually enjoy his wealth, couldn’t go anywhere, do anything. He had a nice penthouse that he was barely in, nice clothes that he only wore for like, events and stuff. Didn’t have time to game or watch TV or travel. Was on a strict diet so couldn’t really enjoy food.

And he has had to accept that those things wouldn’t have brought him joy, anyway. Because he had no one. It was always just him, and maybe his pro hero buddies and their families if schedules lined up. And over time, that just made things worse too. He’d watch Kirishima play with his children, kiss on his wife. Kiri’s ranking had taken a backslide since starting a family, something Bakugo used to get on him about. But Bakugo saw how his best friend could not be happier. And oh, how green with envy he was.

How envious he was, the third night in a row he’d just slept in a cot in his office. He had no reason to return home, no time, so why bother? How envious he was, waking up alone in the hospital after a particularly nasty fight with a villain. His loneliness and unhappiness was eating him alive.

What I’m trying to say I guess, is that it was a process. It takes years for him to get to a point where he has to come to terms with the fact that he hated what his life had become. He couldn’t even call it a life. He’s had to come to terms with the fact the he doesn’t want this anymore. Figure he’s at least gotta be in his early 30’s by this point.

You were that breaking point, you were the final straw. He had long since given up on love, did not believe he deserved it. And here you come along, proving him wrong. Whether you work for him or you’re just some cute barista, you really set the gears in motion.

He’s suddenly letting go of that iron grip he’s had over his job for so long. His sidekicks and fellow pros are astounded that he’s more willing to hand off work to them, that he’s entrusting them with more. Really, it’s so he can clear his schedule up so he can spend more time with you. But it’s big that he’s doing any of this at all.

He’s snuggled up with you when he gets a text from someone from his agency: He’s been dethroned. He’s no longer number one, Deku swiped the spot from him.

And he’s fine with it.

He curls back around you and goes back to sleep.

He continues to slide down the ranks, following in Kirishima’s footsteps. Well, a lot of heroes do as they get older. Their priorities change, they step aside a bit, make room for the younger up and coming heroes. So the cycle goes. Bakugo used to ridicule those heroes, but he gets it. He finally, finally gets it.

He gets it as he’s laying out on a blanket under an umbrella on a beach somewhere down the line, holding his infant daughter while watching you and his older son play out in the water. He gets it later too, after both kiddos have fallen asleep for the night, as you massage his older, tired muscles. Drown him in kisses, overwhelm him as you ride him.

He’s learned, accepted, that priorities can change. And that it’s okay.

I reread this like four times before I responded because it’s just so beautiful. Anon, you should post this yourself so I can reblog it a million times over because you get him, this is it!

Like part of me thinks that Deku gets number one first and Bakugou is stuck in number two until Deku begins to get married, have kids etc and obviously because he’s spending more time doing that it allows Bakugou to get to number one. But what’s he got to show for it?

When you say that you’re the breaking point like that’s it!! This is like why I think he finds love in his thirties because it’s when he realises that there are more important things than becoming number one.

Plus, he can be the number one boyfriend and husband now👀 but I also love the idea of Bakugou never getting married to you I can’t lie

That last line though, I genuinely think I’m gonna cry at work. Like when he sees his family and just knows there’s nowhere else he’d rather be?🥺😭

#soft bakugou #not mine #this is poetry idk #beautiful #bakugou x reader

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breannasfluff · 7 months

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Whump Rating: 2.5/5 TW: Passive suicidal thoughts, depression; has comfort

AO3 Link

Legend sets his jaw, digging in his metaphorical heels. “I don’t care.”

“You’re a liar! All you do is lie to avoid getting hurt!” Hyrule’s face is red and blotchy from yelling.

“Yeah, and? Is it better to turn into someone like you, who wears their heart on their sleeve? Oh, feel bad for me, I have trauma.”

“It’s not a competition!”

“Well, it feels like one!” Legend’s hands fist at his side, chest heaving. “We’re heroes! We don’t get the luxury of breaking down! We don’t get to stop! It doesn’t matter if—if we want to die! We keep! Going!”

Silence is thick and heavy. Hyrule opens his mouth, then closes it again.

It’s Wild who finally breaks the silence. “Legend? Do you…” he pauses, takes a breath, and restructures his words. “Sometimes it’s just easier to imagine not waking up, right?”

The vet stares at him but doesn’t answer.

There’s something broken in the slump of Wild’s shoulders as he continues. “You think, this time if a monster gets me, it wasn’t on purpose. I’ll have fulfilled my duty. I’m out of healing supplies, but I’m going to fight the monsters anyway because that’s what heroes do. I’ve saved my Hyrule, so they don’t need me anymore. Now I’m just in the way.”

No one moves. No one knows how to address the damning words. Finally, Legend unclenches his fists and stares at the ground. “I’m just so…tired.”

Closing his eyes, Wild nods. “I get it.”

“You, too?”

“It’s hard.”

Legend’s snort is more watery tears than anything else. “Shit. It’s fucking hard to live.”

Finally, the champion edges closer and leans against Legend. The hand around his side is automatic. Wild’s voice is a whisper when he says, “Living is the bravest thing we can do.”

It’s Hyrule’s quiet sobs that catch their attention. His face crumbles as he looks at Legend—his hero. “This is all my fault.”

“No, I just—” The vet reaches for him, but it’s too late.

Hyrule turns and runs into the woods.

The traveler has years of experience in hiding from monsters. It takes all of Legend’s considerable skill and some blind luck to find his hiding spot, wedged into a shallow alcove in a pile of rocks.

“Go away.”

Ah. So he knows the vet is there.

“Hyrule—”

“I said, go away! I’m fine!”

“That’s not for you to decide.”

“Well, neither is you wanting to—to—” Hyrule breaks into sobs and huddles into his knees. “Ledge, why do you want to die? Isn’t there enough to live for? Aren’t we…enough?”

With a deep sigh, Legend sinks to the ground as close to Hyrule as he can get. He’s not going to yank the traveler out by the arm, even if he’s tempting. “Hyrule, I don’t—”

“The truth.” The strength in his voice is uncompromising.

“Okay. The truth.” Fuck. He doesn’t want to do this. “After Marin I…I dunno. I got sad. Numb. It’s just one thing after another. I started to wonder what the point of caring was. It just ends in getting hurt. It’s easier to just—not feel.”

“But everyone feels.”

“When’s the last time you cried, Rulie?”

The traveler, whose cheeks are still wet with tears, shoots him a livid look.

Legend ignores it and nods. “Exactly. The last time I cried was…” he sighs and leans back on his palms. “Hell, I don’t know. Last year, maybe?”

“But…” Wide brown eyes blink at him from the alcove. “Everyone cries. Even Time does.”

He can’t hold back the snort. “Yeah, the old man has turned on the waterworks a few times. I used to. Cry, I mean.”

“What changed?”

“I just…” he shrugged one shoulder. “I just decided to stop crying. If it started, I held it back as long as I could. Over time, I got good at it. Why feel sad?”

Hyrule’s question is barely a whisper. “You can do that?”

“I can. But, ah—” he gestures to the air like he can sum up the situation “—look how it ends up. It’s not healthy.”

“I cry all the time.” Hyrule crawls out of his alcove—progress—and edges closer to Legend. “Do you think I’m weak?”

“Course not. You’re one of the strongest heroes I know.”

“That’s a lie with Twilight in the mix.”

Legend can’t help but roll his eyes. “Sure, he’s physically strong, but have you seen him around a litter of kittens? He folds like wet paper. It’s not about appearing strong. I just…I dunno how else to explain it.”

“You said you got sad?”

“I got sad. And then I got empty.”

Hyrule edges a little closer. “Do you still feel happy?”

“Sometimes, yeah. It’s hard not to laugh at you lot sometimes.”

“But…why, then?”

Legend closes his eyes, but the inside of his eyelids don’t hold the answer. “I don’t know.” The answer is full of exhaustion. “I really don’t, Rulie. I just…sometimes it’s easier to imagine not waking up. To save someone’s life and just—rest. I know, I know there are good things to live for. Good people. Experiences. But that doesn’t…change how I feel sometimes.”

“I’m sorry.” Hyrule is right next to him and curls into his side, snaking his arms around Legend’s waist. “I’m sorry we aren’t enough.”

“Oh, Rulie. You’re one of the things that keeps me going.” Legend pulls Hyrule into a tight hug, head buried in his neck. His curls tickle his forehead and he smells like the honey candy Wild likes to sneak him. “I’m sorry I’m like this.”

“I don’t care.” The traveler is staunch in his refusal. “I’ll take you whatever way you are if it means I get to keep you. And if you are feeling bad, let me know, okay?”

“I don’t need to—”

“Legend.” The arms around him tighten; edging on a threat. “I will check in with you every day on how you are doing. And you are going to tell me the truth. Or so help me I’ll, I’ll…” he trails off for a moment, thinking. “I’ll cook you my specialty dish.”

“No!” Legend jerks and nearly chokes himself with Hyrule doesn’t let go. “I promise, I’ll tell the truth. Please don’t make me eat that again.”

The answering giggle is wet, but there. Legend lets himself settle back into the hug. His problems aren’t going to go away in one day, but support—it helps.

“I love you,” Hyrule whispers, squeezing tighter.

Legend squeezes back. “Love you too, Rulie.”

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legendofzoodles · 2 years

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LU thought for the day:

Wild, Sky, Legend and Wolfie are the chain’s parkour team

Wild is the only one of the chain who has a designated jump button in his game, he can sprint, he has spiderman tier climbing skills and can use Sheikah Slate runes to manipulate his surroundings to make travelling easier. On top of having an adventurous spirit I believe he’d have a fun time trying to get from point A to B in the most creative if reckless way possible:

Four: [staring down the ravine] It’s too deep. Any ideas on how we can get across?

Wild: [smiles and walks off to cut down a tree]

Four: We can’t use that trunk as a bridge, it’s not long enough.

Four: How did you turn it yellow? What rune are you using?

Four: Hey! Stop hitting it with your sword; you’ll dull the blade!

Four: Wait...what’s that ticking noise?

Wild: [grabs Four and chaos ensues]

Sky can sprint, flip and lightly parkour in his own game- sure he gets winded pretty easily but that doesn’t negate his stellar technique. He probably doesn’t take risks, but is confident enough in his skills to pull of some impressive moves If any of the members like Wild and Hyrule saw him pull off a sweet walk kick then they’d for sure pester him to teach them that move:

Sky: Why can’t we just go in through the entrance? If we ask nicely and explain that we’re with Wild they’ll have to let us in.

Wars: This is the only way. Our statuses don’t make us an exception to their rules and neither of us can convincingly pretend to be a ‘vai’. Now, can you catapult me to the wall?

Sky: What if I throw you at a bad angle or what if you don’t stick the landing? Lemme just...

Wars: I know it’s a risk but-

Sky: [casually sprints up wall, grabs the edge and pulls himself up in one fluid motion]

Wars: Woah.

Wars: You’ve got to teach me that! Though for now can you help me up?

Sky: [collapses on top of the wall] Hang on I need to catch my breath- er, check that the coast is clear.

Wars:

Legend has the pegasus boots. He may not bother too much about being creative like Wild or technical like Sky, but he has the second highest jump after wolfie thanks to that item, so being able to keep up with those two he’d join in with whatever stunts they try.

Twilight’s got some impressive agility in human form, just look at some of the hidden skills if you want proof. But wolfie’s on another level. Twilight wouldn’t join their shenanigans in human form anyway, only doing so as wolfie to keep an eye on them. Plus wolfie’s crazy good jumping ability would come in handy:

[chain are trying to sneak into a large monster camp fortified by a tall but fragile wooden wall defence, at night]

Time: Alright wonder trio, any ideas?

Sky: Nope, too high.

Wild: [kicking the rotting wood as the base] It’s still wet from last night’s storm, I can’t climb this.

Legend: Couldn’t we just use our hook shots?

Wars: It doesn’t look structurally sound enough to deal with that kind of force. If we all fire the whole wall could come crashing down and alert the camp to our presence.

Wind: [getting out his anchor rope] I could use this?

Legend: Can you throw that far?

Wind: [pulling a face] Yes!

Wars: But you’d need to pull us up to take the pressure off the walls' edge. Could you do that?

Wind: ...no, you do it then.

[suddenly two steel chains belonging to dual clawshots descend from above]

Hyrule: Have we been spotted?!

Four: [looking up] No, isn’t that...

Wars: [whisper-shouting] Rancher?! How’d you get up there?

Twilight: Leap of faith.

Wars: ...What?

Time: [notices Twi’s shadow crystal around his neck and smirks] Alright captain, we’re going first.

Hyrule: [glancing at his power bracelet] He’s gonna pull them both up at once...?

Legend: Show off.

~~~

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Traveling with Wriothesley: Day 8

"Careful now, don't slip through these slopes." Wriothesley reminds the Traveler as they walk through the sand.

"Yes, yes." The Traveler nods, reassuring the Duke. "There are a lot of hilichurls around here." They noted, glancing at the nearby camp of the said creatures.

Wriothesley agrees, following the Traveler's gaze. "Yeah, I've never seen this many hilichurls before. I'm more used to seeing a group of thieves and other gangs in Fontaine." He points out the difference while observing the monsters.

"Some of them will ignore us though." The Traveler says while walking ahead of Wriothesley.

The Duke replies, "Good. I won't need to use my fists then."

As they descended to the lower area of the desert, the Traveler took this opportunity to grab some clean water.

"Let me know if you need a drink. Or... do you just cool yourself off with your vision?" The Traveler asks while glancing at their companion.

"Hey, our power isn't limitless." Wriothesley shrugs, pointing out an obvious fact. "That said, I am a bit thirsty." He takes the bottle from the Traveler and drinks from it, not minding if they drink from the same container.

"Check out these flowers. Are they edible?" Wriothesley asks, his curiosity at work.

"I think you can use them for cooking?" Uncertain, the Traveler shrugged. "They're called 'Mourning Flower' though."

"Well, that sounds sad." Wriothesley shrugged and stared at the reddish flower in front of them.

The Traveler crosses their arms, "It's said they're mourning the fallen heroes from the past." They explained the meaning behind the flower's name.

"Hmm, I see. That makes sense." Wriothesley listens, paying attention to every word the Traveler says. "What about the flowers on your hair?" Suddenly, he pointed out.

The Traveler's eyes widened in surprise, but they quickly went back to normal.

"Oh, these flowers are called Inteyvat, the national flower for Khaenriah." With a soft voice, the Traveler explained.

"Khaenriah? How did you even get a flower from there?" Curious, Wriothesley asked further.

"My twin brother left them on my hair before I woke up in this world." The Traveler's gaze falls to the ground, staring at their reflection on the water. "I vaguely remember a voice saying they won't forget how much I loved these flowers."

Wriothesley notices the change in their companion's mood, falling silent to listen earnestly.

"Apparently, this flower symbolizes a traveler far away from their home." Smiling bitterly, the Traveler added and gently caressed the flower on their hair.

Staring intently, Wriothesley was still silently waiting for the Traveler to speak.

They turned around, facing the Duke, "What's with the serious look?" The Traveler asked with an awkward smile.

"Nothing," Wriothesley shut his eyes and looked away. "I was just thinking about how I can find another Inteyvat flower for you." He smirks, trying to lift up the mood.

The Traveler holds back their laughter. "Silly, how are you even going to do that?" They asked with a cheerful tone.

Wriothesley shrugs. "No idea, go back in time and visit Khaenriah maybe? I'll grab some seed and come back quickly." He continues his absurd idea, making the Traveler laugh.

"Maybe I'll even plant a garden for you. Who knows? Just give me some tea in return." He added.

"Oh, stop it!" The Traveler keeps laughing, their smile bringing joy to Wriothesley's heart.

Moments later, they were distracted by a huge tent tortoise on the other side of the water.

"Look, it's approaching us..." Wriothesley pointed out, smiling in awe of the animal's size.

"These guys are so cute." The Traveler smiled as they both observed the tortoise.

Soon after that, they moved forward and spotted a fishing spot.

"I'm quite good at fishing, you know." The Traveler proudly shared and whipped out their fishing rod.

"Oh, really? Well then, I'll be waiting for today's lunch from you then." Wriothesley felt intrigued and decided to challenge the Traveler for fun.

"Hey! Don't let me do all the work. Fish too." The Traveler pouted, protesting against Wriothesley's idea in a light-hearted tone.

"And here I thought I could slack off." Wriothesley laughs and walked into the distance. "I'm not going to fish though. Let's have some crocodile meat today." He stretches out his arms, preparing to hunt on his own.

Watching his dear traveler catching some fish.

"There's a lot of Fatui camps here too, it seems." Wriothesley pointed out as they reached an abandoned Fatui tent.

The Traveler nods in agreement, "Yeah. There's a lot of places here that they want to research, after all."

"Well, if they cause trouble I'll have them sent all the way to Meropide." Wriothesley says while twirling his handcuffs along his fingers.

"Hehe, they did help out a lot during the flood though." The Traveler smiles, remembering the House of Hearth's deeds during the Fontaine crisis.

"Yeah," Wriothesley nodded in agreement. "There's always the good ones and the bad ones, no matter where you're from."

"See that thing in the sky? That's a pyramid. It used to be cooler back then, though." The Traveler pointed out at the silhouette in the sky.

"That still looks cool to me." Wriothesley raised a brow, wondering what the Traveler meant.

To save time from explaining, they showed a photo to Wriothesley.

"It used to glow like that." The Traveler said.

"Ah, now I get what you mean." Wriothesley replies. "Still, looks much safer now though." He shrugs as he walks up to their tent.

"Hehe, I know." The Traveler agrees and follows his trail.

"Well, this is the only unoccupied tent. Are you alright with this?" The Traveler asked Wriothesley as they stood next to each other.

"I'm not one to complain. As long as I can eat and sleep in peace, that's all that matters." Wriothesley reassures their companion.

"It's gonna be cramped but we'll manage." The Traveler smiles, looking forward to another evening out in the wild.

"Ha, you can cling on to me if you want. It gets cold at night in the desert." Wriothesley jokingly suggests, smirking at the Traveler.

"Maybe you're saying that cause you just want to steal my warmth." The Traveler plays along, grinning in response.

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